John Scully (19th October 1947 / London)
The Darkest Dawn of Change
Our shadow, our negative against the light
revels in the masks of living fright.
And in our orphaned state of life
we fight for a 'Kingdom of Heaven within'.
Yet, it never goes away, hidden maybe
by idle tears, regrets and wasted days,
but now with springtime
it's a new, laughing and illuming time.
But still the devils of darkened sin whisper deep
until embraces of a new day sun
return in nature's time
to open the season doors with divine song.
And open wide, the river, meadow and mountain height
trembling, as we smile again,
kissing dry our tears and quietly saying in our deepest thoughts
'Let it be, this blessed day'.
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